Why aren't we physically or mentally capable of existing in absolute quiet? Zero decibels. Why is there a slight apprehension of hearing our hearts beating, our blood rushing? Would that not bring comfort? The comfort that we are still "alive", that our minds are still intact (or detached). Why do we move away from what is real: flesh. blood.
Why is the possibility of experiencing the "true real" too much for our minds? Have we always had a fear of the this version of real? Why does silence disquiet the psyche?
What is noise?
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jeff